I was sitting in History, supposed to be working on a Roman Empire worksheet but actually staring at the clock, when he came in. With dark brown hair and a tall, muscled frame, I knew he would be my next mistake. He turned towards me, and shockingly bright blue eyes locked with mine. My cheeks flushed red and I pretended to go back to my worksheet. Mrs. Lansing adjusted her cat eye spectacles and walked to the front blackboard, her high heels clacking on the linoleum floor. She cleared her throat with a small cough and everyone immediately jerked their heads up. "Class," she said, smiling at us,"this is our new student, Nate Douglass." The room filled with mumbles, whispers, and hi nates. As Mrs Lansing tried to get the attention of the class, Nate's eyes found mine. This time,though, I held the gaze. He smiled, tilted his head slightly, and then he winked at me. He WINKED! At ME! I blushed again and he tore his gaze away, turning back to Mrs. Lansing. "Does anyone have an open seat?" she asked, and my heart sank as Delaney Curry raised her hand. Delaney was the cheer squad captain, wore short skirts, and had long, curly blonde hair. Me? I was a tomboyish fan girl who got picked last in everything, rarely brushed her hair, and apparently had a boy problem. Nate grabbed his books and sat next to Delaney, who flipped her blonde hair flirtatiously. All I could think about until the end of history was how Nate and Delaney were flirting on the other side of the room, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
